Marry me, please.

How do you react when a man asks you if you want to marry him?

the million dollar question and a million steps beyond that question.

things around us are sometimes so complicated that we cannot see a way out of the situation.

I found myself in such a situation,

I have to start from the beginning.

When I finished high school, I went on vacation with my friends. there were 12 of us in total, or rather 6 couples. We decided, young and silly, since we've known each other our whole lives, to marry each other. But the agreement was only to spend that summer together and to see each other in the same place after 10 years. If none of us have a serious relationship, then they will see what will happen to the marriage. So I've been married for 10 years to a person I haven't seen since 10 years ago.

I forgot about that promise. I continued with my life, like my other friends, everyone went their own way. They fell in love a little after that and divorced, but my then-partner and I haven't even communicated to this day, and I haven't heard anything about him.

I didn't know anything about him except that he went to Alaska after that summer vacation. And that was it. That summer was wonderful for me, but I forgot about the fact that I was married. I hope no one judges me for that. If he wanted to, he could have divorced me because we agreed during that period that we would divorce if necessary.

Well, I thought that he used that agreement and that I was free. but there is always one but...

I have to admit that I loved that boy in a childish way. We have known each other since we were young. We went to the same elementary school and then to the same high school. He loved math just like me and we were the best students. His name was Denis and he was tall, dark and had big blue eyes. He was a really beautiful young man. That summer after high school was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. But after a while, all that was forgotten. I graduated from college and started working as a professor at my college. It was a little strange to be a colleague with my professors, but I deserved that place.

I loved math very much and my opinion is that everything in life is math. Every step we take is connected to math. In life, you always have to add up to get some results, right? And so I was the youngest professor and everyone considered me a little genius. My professors, now colleagues, whenever something was not clear to them, they came to me. I was glad to be able to explain something they didn't understand. And so the first year of my employment passed. A professor appeared at the university who is the exact opposite of the men I've liked so far.

His name was Mario and he approached me for a long time with the intention of asking me out for coffee. And after several failed attempts, he decided to make more radical changes. hahaha one day he came with coffee in front of my office and told me. Now you have to drink this coffee with me. Of course I agreed, but it was funny to me. And then we started having fun. I had a good time with him and after some time we turned that relationship into something more serious.

We spent time together until one day when I thought our relationship would only end with dating, I experienced the first blow. One evening when I was returning from college, I thought I saw a man I knew very well in front of my building. But since he quickly moved away, I forgot about it. I entered the apartment and then there was a shock. Rose petals scattered on the floor, between the petals, a lit candle and a signpost where I should go. My heart was beating wildly because I realized that this romantic dinner had a deep meaning. That morning, Mario told me that we had to talk for a while, but when I got back from work. I forgot that too. Oh, how forgetful I am. I was delighted when I touched the petals with my bare fingers.

The scented candles filled the entire apartment with their aroma. I was dazed with happiness. And when I reached the living room, Mario knelt on one knee and quietly asked me: Do you want to marry me??? Oh, how my heart was pounding. I said of course that I would. He put the ring on my hand and we kissed for a long time. His hug when I confirmed that I wanted to marry him was something unreal. He held me as something most precious. That night we spent the most beautiful night. Tomorrow I bragged to everyone and he did the same. I had an assistant whom I asked to collect all my documents and prepare for the wedding.

Marrying as a game and then promising to return in ten years. A lot changes in that much time.